the anti-poets.

(here is the work of the fall. an assiduous craigslist poster, i stopped the practice when a fervent anti-poet kept flagging and having the posts deleted– much to my and my fellow poem-a-day e-friends’ chagrin.)

pensée.

by this rain
by this snow
let us be
let us know
what to say
what to feel
about this day.

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non-haiku haiku.

over coffee
our strands and stories
weave to lace

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autumn childhood.

the smell of earth
of burning firewood
coming up through chimneys
clinging to hair, to fabrics